mrscyanide

Can you hold the crown?

These have been heavy times,

Heavy

as the cape

Soaking wet of enemies’ tears

But it slides along your pace

Behind you

You cannot escape

As your deeds rhymes

With the face

Of reckoned

but undone crimes

and then- unforgiving Space.

These have been heavy times

Heavy

as animal’s breath

Of the long run

Before it’s killing

But he

Is already forgiving

As the chase

Was worth the [whole] living

And the gun made

“it” into “him”.

These have been heavy times,

Heavy.

I want to straighten my head;

Could you bend my mind

Towards deviant,

With your skilful, washed fingers

So we could switch the shoes..?

..as so disobedient

fortune swinger

of good and evil

is the itch

under the crown.

So can you hold the crown

just in your ..

arms ?